epilogue and prologue
I'm back.
It's such despicable irony that in the midst of chasing what you think are you're dreams, you lose yourself. Not only that, but you find out that your dreams aren't even yours. They're some sick amalgamation of those of your parents, your friends, society...
Sometimes it just takes waking up in the morning, and not liking who you see in the mirror. Other times it takes hearing yourself speak and not even recognizing your own voice...like you're going through life in a nonstop out-of-body experience.
These are the times where being right back where you started (except wiser and more mature) is the best place on earth.
--john
It's such despicable irony that in the midst of chasing what you think are you're dreams, you lose yourself. Not only that, but you find out that your dreams aren't even yours. They're some sick amalgamation of those of your parents, your friends, society...
Sometimes it just takes waking up in the morning, and not liking who you see in the mirror. Other times it takes hearing yourself speak and not even recognizing your own voice...like you're going through life in a nonstop out-of-body experience.
These are the times where being right back where you started (except wiser and more mature) is the best place on earth.
--john